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[sid] => 115604
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Spun Till Down Casting Shadows
[time] => 2006-02-28 22:29:58
[hometext] => My best attempt at poetry
[bodytext] => "Spun Till Dawn Casting Shadows....And scar-red in this hypnotic emotion of mine that I call love" Midnight held its breath as the clocks refused to spin....Wait!...I stand by the mirror of time...I can see the death clock in my eyes As I spun for it heading everywhich way other then the ways I can see bliss, for my mere twisted entertainment, but like the after affects of a drug,I started realizing I cannot stop this addiction of violent habits and depression that were spinning me without control. Dizzy and excited through this spinning era unable to stop the fun nor pains.Everything seemed to be spiraling down in my vision, nothing made sense as I Spun till dawn, casting shadows like an island with a lighthouse beaming out a beaken past the treacherous waters , seeking for the gun,the one who could take me higher then the havens I dream of and away from this place of internal suffering, where it seemed the one needed to endure the malevolent wakes of a tropical depression to reach the shore of my island,my mind,my sould, my heart, the island that began to sink, drowning itself in the wakes of my |confusion|. Pitty swallows me when I try to escape to reach out to the one..the gun, but I am cursed and not strong enough, my waves contract me back. I slow down and vomit the remains of the disease that kept me from heading anywhere but bliss Midnight holds back a tear,choking in the remnants of fear of the approaching dawn, as I collapse falling over from all the weight on my shoulders. And write out to the figurative dark discple, the red herring,the truth I loudly proclaimed; "To my dearest crow, Help me to stand through the tall crowd 8 legs crawl across my mouth Worms crawling out of my heart and vultures stare down hungry as ever....to shred of my black wings and rob me of the worms that I can help myself with... Years of unattended needs display in my eyes like a film Sitting, gripping tightly on the arm rest enraged at the horror of this seasonless winterful world where the youth adapt to the chilling snow by robbing me of my warmth for their own The 2 dollar children are born at midnight to chant melodies of death , in harmony with the guardians extra large blue suits hanged in walk in closets A romance of pride shared, concurrently in parrallel with the hasting desire in my eyes to reflect redness of the reflecting blade My ears are *****...taking in the unspoken words of betrayal, scurrying off to hours silently dreaming of morbid themes. When will my grandfather clock stop its uselessness amongst the digital How will I compete with wheels...and no tires? I shut my blinds at home to seal others away from my shame Of me carelessly triggering the drama...of padding the shuffled dirt of a grave,the trust that superiors had in me.Redug no more to the filthy slave I only point to slip away from those who see the blackness in the sky and not how large that north star is... Another string snaps from uselessness off the gloomed instruments that play oh so silently... Redness reflects off my eyes and screams echo inside The heaven in my eyes breached inside beside the devil,allied in a fight to drive me off the cliff... In stressed veins, I could use the rest Standing like a presumed corpse As death waits to strike off my name Fingers distressed of redness cold to the touch of my bloodless veins My dearest crow...fly me away..." I pulsate my commitment to love... The light that bended over the mountain of dispair struck her to envy me more as she stood at the peek of my misery wondering from where it came from I was collapsed on the ground from a failing attempt to surpass my misery ,ending only in return my broken feet and arms from the fall I could not have moved from the dark clouds that poured onto me, drenching me to envy the warm fire I saw in others eyes like a polished chandelier reflecting a warm fire in the chimney. But that didnt stop me from reaching out with my dying heart at hand, the fading light Im pulsing for to be rescued from this homicidal/suicidal oblivion....so I can live for the first time..and be reborn.And not be a like a broken winged bee unable to give the sweet sympathy back to the honey comb. Stepped over like a step to force me down beneath their rise and avoided like a ditch became the tortures I taught myself how to endure Living without a defense, without anti-dotes, without immunities had left me in the mercy of others....I cannot defend if I cant offend, I cannot offend because I cannot break off these shackles tied around my arms and legs, keeping me to tug at them like an enraged bull. The keys to them are in the back of my mind, I must persuade myself to try once again..swallowing pills...before I let my madness once again engulf me to self mutilation while exposing me to drama, the fuel that ignites my anxiety. Ive been a moving mannequin showing no signs of struggle and no signs of speech.....but not displayed like an icon of a stereotype.Ive been myself too much....the curse many wish to have for themselves And there she was,at the top of my mountain of dispair seeking for an affair from her lovers decietful arms and eyes. Vengence was in her blood but love was in mine She came down and since then she vowed to let the past be the past.But I could not have seen past the nightmare of my imperfection, exposed like a naked body in a dry lake. I shall carress every scar that she beholds, and trance us into the romance of this unforgettable night.Share the black bliss beside black lit candles and struggle through torments.I would rise her before me like the queen she deserves to be, even through the lies people shove down my throat...I cannot let lose of this will I have to make myself strong enough for her already satisfyed eyes.To become of what I couldn't be, the impossible task that has no rest nor a reason to go to a dead stop. Her abandoment of me makes me panic to the thought....let this not be such a burden to have my heart in her mercy, the irritation of a clinging moth with a misquito mouth I wish for us no harm, I wish I could have her in my arms all day to replace her melancholy eyes with....black lifeless ones...the departure to the next stage of life...to appease my negative right eye....fighting against my heart that is satisfyed to see her smile... Her sympathetic voice stones away the waves of negativity that come and engulf me into believing I stepped into a dream... Where the Red Spirals drain....She will be there to witness As hatred stains on the walls decompose....She will be there to witness Midnight hidden as Dawn arrives....we slip into the tranquillity of believing Dawn struggles to hold on....sulking is my destiny if I slip away from this trance....the trance that summons up a pure bliss that no music could match. A day is not complete...if I dont hear her voice...a day does not matter unless I know she is there...here...in me...and in this world. We spin together now...spinning till the end casting shadows to the rest of the world......never the less the shadows haunt me...the enemy lurks near by...I can sense it...sense how it'll all end...how this world works...to steal from the living. The devils angelic daughter smiles...is all that matters. I write out to the crow; "the gravelight faded as the midnight chimes echoed Spun Till Dawn Casting Shadows she carressed the lantern in my pit Red Spirals Drain At Last as Im forgiven for the decomposing blood stains on the white walls. A salty forgiveness shared through winter crystals I Am Reborn found the key to the shackles of dismay through the dissarray Freed From The Prisons atlast...Careful" [comments] => 0 [counter] => 252 [topic] => 13 [informant] => It_all_spirals_down_to [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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